Only Nature Knows How To Justly Proportion

And Many An Ante-natal Tomb Where Butterflies Dream Of The Life To Come.

Is It Not Odd That The Only Generous Person I Ever Knew, Who Had Money To Be Generous With, Should Be A Stockbroker.

Their Errors Have Been Weighed And Found To Have Been Dust In The Balance; If Their Sins Were As Scarlet, They Are Now White As Snow: They Have Been Washed In The Blood Of The Mediator And The Redeemer, Time.

Worse Than Despair, Worse Than The Bitterness Of Death, Is Hope.

Think Ye By Gazing On Each Other's Eyes To Multiply Your Lovely Selves?